Growing Old.

I was talking to my mother the other day about how people in my father’s side of the family typically have extremely long lives. They live well into their 90s and are active throughout their lives. I think it is wonderful that my relatives get to enjoy a long life. I on other hand have different feelings about it. I am going to be alone in my old age and I have no legacy to pass down. It is hard for me to comprehend that I am not even 1/3 of the way through my life. I have so much time left.

I am the spitting image of my grandmother. When I look at her, I cannot help but think to myself that I am going to look like her someday. I am not looking forward to being old. I think I will miss being young. I hope that my siblings will be nearby when I do grow old. Maybe my twin and I will share an apartment at the retirement home.

In some ways, I am looking forward to being old. I can do crazy stuff and people will just attribute it to my age. No one will look down on me for attempting to break dance and I can tell my great nieces and nephews embarrassing stories about their parents.

I will fit in at the retirement home, because I already like playing Bingo. I also have a thing for older men and being in a retirement home would give me many choices in older men, perhaps more then I would know what to do with. (This is why it would be good for my twin to live with me. It would keep me out of trouble.)

In other ways, I am not looking to growing old. I do not know how to navigate the world when I am actually viewed as old. Most people mistake me for a child and I do not know how to handle being treated like an adult. When I am mistaken for a child, I typically just correct the person. If they continue then I start to get cranky. I did make an employee at the casino cry, because she assumed I was under 21 and did not ask to see my ID. I still think she deserved it and I got free breakfast from the manager over the casino because of it.

-emma